WALK TO THE RIVER

The way is over deeded land
The act is quiet
Boots, walking stick
A meadow, a gravel road
A path slanting into the woods
Dark, wild, familiar
I have been here before
This is supposed to do something to me
But what?
Make the problems go away?
Turn back the tide of time?
Restore innocence?
The path is not long
The woods chaotic and still
Until the path falls into the river
Five hues darker than the sky
The water clear and opaque simultaneously
Fluid patterns fleeting as thoughts
And I see why I have come